Entering the ruins! (A 5,200-word chapter!) Please subscribe and send monthly votes

The world spun around him. Yang Que drew a deep breath and landed steadily on the ground from the passage.

Once he had found his footing, he looked around. This was a peculiar space, with no sun or moon, no starry sky, and no white clouds or blue heavens. Overhead seemed to be nothing but a void, its silence unsettling. Yet there was light here, enough to make out everything inside.

Yang Que surveyed his surroundings and discovered that there was not a single person nearby.

Did the teleportation scatter everyone randomly?

Yang Que wondered to himself.

Only after considering that did Yang Que begin examining his surroundings closely.

He stood in a forest of scattered rocks. Thick and thin stone pillars rose around him, their heights varying wildly. Some towered hundreds of feet high, while others were no taller than a person. Their arrangements and positions were equally strange. Some formed the shape of the Chinese character for "mountain," while others stood alone. Some were only a meter or two apart; others were separated by dozens of meters. It was a bizarre sight. Loose stones and sand covered the ground.

Who would have thought that such a small, unremarkable-looking Ruins would contain a whole world of its own? And this space is enormous! Just how powerful would someone have to be to create a place like this?

After marveling briefly, Yang Que sensed the surroundings and took a deep breath. He discovered that the natural energy here was extraordinarily dense—more than ten times that of the outside world!

One day of cultivation here would probably equal more than ten days outside. Even a pig that lived here long enough might become a hundred-thousand-year soul beast overlord!

But who would be foolish enough to cultivate here now? Everyone who entered